Chapter 37

• “How did he find out?” Suying cradled Meilei in her soggy mess in a curled-up position on the couch. Hugging and rocking her and ‘shhhing’ her into calm. Meilei was in a state of shock. She was disheveled with a tear-stained face, her hair sticking to her cheeks and slick with a mixture of sweat and hysteria. She stared blankly ahead, her head nestled against Suying’s chest while Ling paced back and forward, reading the papers in her hand.
• They were home after Ling got the garbled hysterical call from a hyperventilating Meilei on the executive floor and brought them both here. Suying came as soon as she got the message.
• “He’s a sneaky asshole with his little FBI-type assistant always shadowing him…. That fake, cute Qian. I bet he dug it up… he has such sneaky eyes. We should have known he wouldn’t leave it alone and was digging away, trying to pin something on you… We should have known his petty treatment was only the surface of his devious plans.” Ling was livid. Her normal calm flew out the window. Beyond furious, especially after hightailing it upstairs to find the mess of her friend curled up on the office floor where he had left her. She was in a full-blown panic attack and couldn’t catch her breath.